Chapter 109: Military Camp Competition: Zhao Wuwei Takes Action.
Every day in the military camp seemed driven by the raging drums of fate, filled with challenges and passion.
The moment Liu Feng arrived, he plunged headfirst into the study of military skills, embarking on a passionate journey of growth.
Every day, at dawn, before the morning light had fully dispelled the hazy night, Liu Feng was already rapt on the training grounds, studying the exquisite techniques of swords, spears, swords, and staffs under a battle-hardened instructor.
The instructor's face bore the marks of time and war, but his eyes, sharp as a falcon's, shone with undeniable determination.
His unique teaching method emphasized precise instruction of every move, while emphasizing a deep understanding and control of power, speed, and rhythm.
Under his instructor's rigorous and patient guidance, Liu Feng gradually grew from a novice at weaponry to a master of all kinds.
During his long training, Liu Feng's spirit power bottleneck became increasingly apparent, prompting him to recognize the need for actual combat.
So, he actively engaged in fierce duels with his fellow soldiers.
His opponents were diverse, from ordinary soldiers who fought on the battlefield with years of arduous training and an iron will, to spirit masters whose physical fitness and combat awareness far surpassed those of ordinary people.
Each duel was a pure contest, relying not on spirit skills but solely on weapon skill, instantaneous bursts of power, lightning speed, unyielding endurance, and formidable physical fitness.
Liu Feng's first duel was against Li Dali, a sturdy soldier renowned for his heavy axe.
Before the bout even began, Li Dali confidently patted his chest and shouted, "Boy, today I'll show you true strength!"
Liu Feng smiled and humbly replied, "Brother Li, I hope you'll teach me."
At the referee's command, Li Dali took the lead.
With a roar, he raised his axe high in both hands and slashed down at Liu Feng with the force of a mountain, his aura seemingly tearing through the air.
However, Liu Feng remained composed and nimbly dodged the fierce attack. At the same time, his spear, like a swift, venomous snake, stabbed Li Dali's chest.
Li Dali reacted quickly, blocking the blow with his axe. A loud clang echoed across the training ground, sparks flying, and the sound of metal clashing echoed across the training ground.
The two exchanged blows, neither yielding.
Li Dali's attacks were fierce and powerful, each one packing a powerful punch.
Liu Feng, with his agile movements and precise marksmanship, skillfully dodged the attacks and waited for an opportunity to counterattack.
As the battle continued, Li Dali's stamina gradually declined, and the speed and power of his attacks noticeably weakened.
However, Liu Feng remained in excellent form, keenly seizing the opportunity and launching a sudden and swift attack.
His spear pierced Li Dali like a whirlwind, and though Li Dali struggled to block it, he was ultimately unable to withstand it.
Ultimately, Liu Feng's spear rested firmly against Li Dali's throat, securing victory.
This victory boosted Liu Feng's confidence, but he remained steadfast.
From then on, he continued to spar with other soldiers, always giving his all, and adeptly learning from his opponents to enrich his own combat experience.
As Liu Feng's reputation within the military camp grew, he encountered a formidable opponent: the spirit master Zhao Ling.
Zhao Ling was tall and slender, with a stern face and a gaze that shone with innate pride and confidence.
He wielded the longsword, his techniques sharp and unpredictable.
Before the match, Zhao Ling gave Liu Feng a dismissive look, taunting him, "How dare you challenge me?"
Liu Feng remained composed and calm, "How can we know who's better without a try?"
The match began, and Zhao Ling struck first like a flash of black lightning, his longsword dancing through the air in a dazzling display of shadows.
Liu Feng, rapt, watched Zhao Ling's every move, searching for flaws in his technique.
Despite Zhao Ling's exquisite swordsmanship, Liu Feng, with his solid foundation and unwavering perseverance, remained on the defensive, undeterred by his ferocious attacks.
During the fierce clash, Liu Feng gradually discovered Zhao Ling's weaknesses: his excessive focus on offense. While his swordsmanship was formidable, his defense lacked certain weaknesses.
Immediately, Liu Feng changed his tactics, adopting a defensive strategy.
He first solidified his defense, patiently biding his time, then decisively counterattacked.
As expected, Zhao Ling, after repeated unsuccessful attacks, grew impatient, his swordsmanship lapsed.
Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Liu Feng launched a sudden, fierce counterattack, his spear thrust like a dragon emerging from the sea, piercing Zhao Ling's chest.
Zhao Ling hurriedly parried with his sword, but was still a step too slow, allowing Liu Feng's spear to pierce his shirt, securing victory. Thus, Liu Feng continued his battles within the barracks, challenging soldiers from common to elite, from foot soldiers to spirit masters.
Winter, with its bone-chilling chill, silently descended upon the barracks.
Overnight, the world was reshaped by ice and snow, as if entering a dreamlike realm of glass.
Liu Feng rose from his cozy bed, his breath instantly condensing into a puff of white mist in the cold air, like a wisp of cloud.
He donned a thick winter coat, which still retained a trace of warmth, shielding him from the bitter cold outside.
He opened the door to a breathtakingly beautiful scene.
Last night's heavy snow fell like petals from a fairy, gently covering every inch of the barracks with a thick, white blanket.
The tents in the distance resembled enormous white mushrooms, scattered across this silvery world, a scene of tranquility and beauty.
The training grounds were blanketed in a blanket of snow, the dust that once swirled was now hidden beneath the pure white, creating a striking tranquility.
The branches of the trees were covered in shimmering icicles, which shimmered in a dazzling array of colors under the gentle morning sun, like works of art meticulously crafted by nature.
The soldiers in the barracks had also changed into their winter attire.
They wore thick cotton jackets and furry hats, revealing only their piercing eyes.
Some soldiers wore coarse cloth belts around their waists, appearing even more energetic, their every gesture radiating a soldierly air.
The warm breath of their breath mingled with the cold air, transforming into hazy mists that added a touch of homely charm to the icy landscape.
Recently, Zhao Wuwei had heard of Liu Feng's resounding reputation as "Invincible in Every Battle." Recalling Liu Feng's own soul skill, the Six Forms of Xingyi, a competitive fire suddenly ignited within him, and he eagerly yearned to challenge Liu Feng.
One day, unable to contain his inner urge, he strode briskly to the training grounds.
Spotting Liu Feng standing nearby, he leaped onto the field without hesitation, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Liu Feng, come up and spar with me!"
His voice echoed across the empty field, instantly capturing everyone's attention.
Soldiers gathered around like a tide, cheers rising and falling, eager for this spectacular duel to begin.
Liu Feng heard the shouts and turned to see Zhao Wuwei. A quiver flickered in his eyes, and a cautious expression crossed his face.
Liu Feng couldn't tell what Zhao Wuwei meant by that: a genuine duel, or perhaps just the pretense of a duel...
Liu Feng walked slowly to the weapons rack, his gaze sweeping through the dazzling array of weapons until he finally settled on a spear.
He reached out and grasped the spear, gently weighing it, feeling its weight and feel.
The spear's shaft was made of tough wood, its surface smooth and shimmering with a faint sheen, as if imbued with boundless power.
The spearhead was incredibly sharp, gleaming with a cold gleam, as if silently declaring its sharpness and lethality.
Zhao Wuwei stood in the center of the training ground, his feet firmly planted on the ground, like a pine tree, deeply rooted in the earth, calm and resolute.
The spear in his hand swayed slightly, the tassel fluttering gently in the cold wind, as if he was picking clams from Liu Feng.
His eyes burned with a fiery fighting spirit. As a Soul Sect member, he possessed physical qualities far superior to those of ordinary people, and his strength and endurance were his specialties.
His spearmanship was known for its fierceness and strength. Each attack was like a surging tide, with an overwhelming momentum. Liu Feng took a deep breath and walked steadily onto the training ground, standing opposite Zhao Wuwei.